"Stop acting like a little kid and come lay on the bed!" he said.
"I don't know how!" she plead.
There is no way to lay with the stranger you have become
There is a separation which I placed and shall remain
The contest is over you fool.
You paid no attention or affection til I was through.
We have nothing to say
If we spoke we would have hell to pay
Hell is this illusion of a game we play
To speak to a black hole is to be emptied each day
There is no winning, no sunshine shared
No positive spin to every ray
There is draining, negative energy I battle each day
The more positive energy I offer the more angry you get
No offering of value and I give and give yet
You only come to me once I have given up, spent
I do not know how to explain to you
There is no way back
We are through~
So I vent